"Ah. Most people would prefer a little more privacy than that."
One of the things Arali will never miss about that military life Garrick lives? No privacy. But she's not about to complain about her master not being fussy enough.
She pulls out her datapad and hooks up a cord from a pouch at her side. "Left leg first, please." Garrick has, of course, done this more than a few times, making the process much easier. She doesn't even have to tell him the motions to exercise all the servos and pistons, leaving her free to analyze the data as it comes in, and move on to the next leg.
((Not sure if there's anything to roll for, but running diagnostics seems like a pretty average task, so I'll throw that out there if there's anything to find, and if my dice are wrong, feel free to tell me. I carry my tool kit on me.
Mechanics: 3eA+1eP+2eD 1 success, 3 advantage
))